Isabella's POV.
I lay on the bed when I told Ezekiel I was scared. Truthfully, I just didn’t want to sleep alone in this unfamiliar place. When I peeked, I saw him still standing by the bed, hesitant. My sleepiness weighed on me, so I tapped the empty space beside me and called softly, "Come here."
"You sleep, I’m here," he responded from a distance, and that ruined my mood.
With my eyes closed, I arched my brows in mild annoyance. Determined, I crawled toward him in a sleepy daze, grabbed his hand, and tugged him down onto the bed. "You talk too much," I mumbled, pulling him close.
He finally plopped down beside me, and I smiled, placing my head on his arm before drifting off to sleep again.
When I woke up, the sky outside was still dim, hinting at early morning. My eyes fluttered op
